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tliat I have, before, had occafion to make many 

 voyages by fea,but my ftomach affures me thkt 

 lean never become a failor: yet, from this long 

 trial, in bad weather, I find that i am growing 

 courageous, for I now can witnefs the feeming 

 apathy of older failors without furprize ; and 

 can even liften to the returning gale, rather 

 with regret for the delay it occafions, than 

 with any apprehenfion, regarding the dangers 

 to which we are expofed. When, from the 

 toffmg of the ihip, we are unable to walk, or 

 even to remain upon our legs, we feek a quiet 

 corner of the cabin — feat ourfelves — take up a 

 book — and, in patient reading, hope for better 

 weather. Occafionally we venture, in giddy 

 and ftumbllng ftep, as high as the companion 

 door-way, and, looking round, amidft all the 

 rage of the ftorm, prophefy gentle breezes and 

 fmooth Teas. In thefe vifits we often feel 

 wonder and amazement at obferving the car- 

 penter and his mates working, quietly, in the 

 tops ; and the failors hanging about the 

 yards and rigging, in feeming unconcern — 

 tofled by each rolling fea from fide to fide, far 

 beyond the limits of the fhip, and, not un- 

 frequcntly, while feated at the end of the yard 



